I think the crown winner has to come from England.

My grandfather once bought a used Cadillac back in the seventies. It came with a six month warranty, which was generous at the time, my grandfather got about one week’s worth of use out of it and then the engine seized. Turns out that not only was there literally no oil in the engine, someone had actively pulled the…

Not really my problem, I have enough managing my own health issues without having to manage an complete stranger’s hypothetical medical issues. If they have such a severe problem, they can carry an epi pen.

Cheaper to rehydrate on some hooch from the duty free store than buy water.

This is why I always bring my own packet of peanuts for the flight. I’m not spending airport levels of cash. And I’d rather die of dehydration too, no matter how much the TSA colludes to try and force me to buy overpriced water.

Cybertruck.

Let me save you the click through. Not represented: Puerto Rico or the other territories. Presumably chocolate statehood petitions are not counted.

Yeah, but ripping them out is always a “fun” “prank” or a way to relieve boredom.

Oh Heathrow is its own kind of Hell, especially that new terminal, but De Gaulle is just on an another level. I don’t think I’ve ever flown Luton though.

I looked Barra up, that is pretty. Landing on the beach in Scottish Weather does demand some sort of hono(u)rable mention for being both great and a nightmare at the same time though.

You’re better off Walking in Memphis...

It should. CdG is one of the modern world’s true nightmares.

I’ve flown through Charles De Gaulle. I don’t think I need to say more.

De Gaulle. Butthole of Europe.

It should.

Wear sunglasses, flip up or magnetic frames, so you can deal with low level winter sun. Because when that elusive ball of yellow light does slip out from between the clouds or crack the horizon, it will obliterate your eyesight like a laser if you don’t have a good set of quality polarized sunglasses. Something you…

My cousin had a homebuilt snowmobile, I’ve no idea where he got the parts but it had a lawnmower seat, a the handlebars off a pedal bike, and what looked like a yield sign beaten into shape for its front ski. I think the engine might have been out of a chainsaw or some sort of industrial equipment. I do know it caught…

Probably the rental car I used to have when I visited the UK back in the early eighties. Y’ever hear of the Austin Maxi? Don’t worry, you ask a Brit and they’ll learn you all about the Leyland cars of the seventies and eighties, mostly bad, but mention the Maxi to them and you’ll get a solid “huh?” even from them.…

Money no object?

Not so much now, but when they were younger I used to take a positive delight at giving my sisters’ kids a ton of soda and candy and all sorts of trash food, before handing them back to be driven home. My nieces and nephew knew me as the cool auntie, my sisters, they did not think it so much. I think if my sisters…